To those who I RP with, I just want to say that I am terribly sorry for all my delays that I constantly do. I just have been SO unbelievably busy as of late that I hardly have any free time to be able to attempt to make posts to our threads. I really needed to get his off my chest badly, and it makes me feel like a complete piece of shit for doing this all the time. If you don't want to RP with me, I completely understand, there should be no reason or excuse for me to have to keep you waiting …

Since both Imai and Takeshi are currently involved in matches I was wondering if anyone is interested in taking on my first wrestler I made for here, Takeichi Mori. His profile says he's a jobber but I intend to change that and hoping a match can help with that. Anyone interested please get in touch with me on here in a pm.

After what felt like an age trapped below the surface of the mud, poor Diane was finally yanked upwards.

â€œAcchhh!!â€ she gasped and spluttered in desperate relief, her senses spinning wildly as she tried to recover from the gruelling, muddy smother. Her face was thick with the brown goo, and as Cecilia held her she had to keep blinking the residual muck from her eyes and spitting it from her mouth.

Ceciliaâ€˜s words in her ear stung deeply. She felt shame in her heart, and struggled to muster a response. â€œOhâ€¦ ngghhhâ€¦ donâ€tâ€¦.â€ was all that the white-haired girl could mumble as the Swede pulled her upright. She could barely stand, and felt utterly humiliated as Cecilia roughly grabbed her breast and crotch. Diane was being thoroughly dominated here, treated like a piece of meat as she was rag dolled around the ring.

As her curvy body was fondled, Diane braced herself for the possibility of some sexual humiliation, but her suffering suddenly swung the other way as she was hoisted into the air, slumped across Ceciliaâ€s shoulders.

â€œAhh!!â€ she swallowed nervously as she was lifted high into the air, her helplessness on full display to the watching fans. This was a bad position, but the apprehension of more pain to come made it all the worse.

Lifting Sabre or rather in this case Diane up into the air by her breast and crotch in that gorilla body press was not only an amazing feat of strength and dominance from the voluptuous Northern Queen, but also a humiliating and embarrassing ordeal to put her foe through, something she thought to be most fitting for the task.

After she had gotten her sexy mud covered white haired beauty of an opponent raised up into the air and on full display for the crowd, to show off who exactly was the strongest wrestler around. The blond beauty would put on a very smug smile that no one could see through the bone mask and mud that was covering her face. " Pathetic! Even in your own jungle you are no match for me!!!" Cecilia would shout out to insult Sabre/Diane and to get the crowd going a bit as well.

The buxom blond would then attempt and raise the body of her foe up a bit into the air, all before she would attempt throw the girl forward and have her smack down on her front right down into the mat, from quite a height..

â€œAHHH!â€ Diane couldnâ€t help but cry out as she began to plummet downwards from the great height. The mud-filled canvas came up to meet her, fast.

There was a huge thud combined with a massive wet splash, as Diane was planted face-down straight into the mud. It was a spectacular sight, and sent a spray of muck everywhere, although Diane was hardly in a position to appreciate this as her head was engulfed in the mire again. Her whole body ached from the bone-shaking power move.

Writhing in the mess, it took all her sapped energy just to lift her head, spluttering and groaning in pain. She was the very picture of defeat right now, and the only uncertain variable seemed to be how long her torment would last.

" Hah! As Pathetic as can be!" Cecilia shouted out with a glee full smile, as a aura of smugness and mockery was about her, and her tone of voice. Now that she had not only put Sabre, one of her fiercest and most powerful rival through a painful ordeal of powermoves meant to crush the sexy tanned girl.

Cecilia stood tall an triumphant now, holding herself with a sense of power as she was completely dominating this girl who had once called herself Sabre. As she raised her head from the mud, Cecilia would put a wide grin on her face, figuring that she should get some good use out of this silly mask which she was still wearing.

For that reason, Cecilia would attempt and reach down and try to grab two handful of Diane by her mud covered hair, with a firm grip, Cecilia would attempt and pull the girl up towards her feet, facing the powerful blond wrestler, before she would try and rear her head back and then send it crashing forward in order to try and smack Diane right in her forehead with her own bone mask!

A shiver went down Dianeâ€s aching spine as Cecilia called her â€˜patheticâ€. The dejected victim knew this, she just wanted the assault to stop. But as her hair was grabbed and she was pulled up out of the mud yet again, she knew that even more pain was coming her way, and it seemed like there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Her senses were reeling as she was dragged onto unsteady feet. Through blurred vision, she could see Cecilia in front of her, looking strikingly like Sabre now that she was wearing the bone mask. Over her shoulder, on the arena screens, Diane caught a glimpse of herself - only with her face smeared in mud, she was completely unrecognisable.

Time seemed to slow down for Diane as she realised something important. She couldnâ€t hide behind her mask, now Cecilia had stolen it. However, the fact that her real identity was still hidden behind the mud, was a useful crutch in fighting without it.

Luckily, Cecilia was setting up a less-than-efficient move. If Diane got a grip on herself, she could probably avoid it. Determined now to try and fight back on her own terms, she would try and sidestep the head butt, responding with a lifted knee into Ceciliaâ€s belly as a desperate counter.

Dragging Diane up to her feet by her hair, as the two sexy and buxom mud covered beauty stood before each other, with Cecilia's visage looking quite a bit more terrifying than usual, with the help of that bone mask of Sabre's.

She couldn't help but enjoy her time of dominating the sexy and beaten up Diane for now, as she looked on at the buxom rival of hers. Oh..wait...her rival was Sabre, and this girl had been trying to make sure that the blond beauty didn't confuse the two. Right now it was Cecilia who was Sabre right ? Because she had the mask on ? The thought of how stupid she thought this sounded was just running around wildly, she found herself simply drifting a bit.

When all of a sudden a sharp pain shot into the abs of the beautiful blond beauty, who shot her knee up into the abs of the sexy Swedish powerhouse. " Gah!" Cecilia yelped out in pain as she was forced to bend forward slightly, wrapping and arm around her stomach to protect it as her gaze would turn to the recently side-stepped Diane. " Kh..now you wanna fight huh ?!" Cecilia would yell out to the girl, before she'd try and swing her free arm off towards the girl in order to try and shoot a left hook towards Diane's large heaving chest.

Diane smiled as she got a hit on her opponent, a feeling of satisfaction she had not had for a while. Self-confidence was flooding back to her in quite a rush, which was helping to block out the otherwise crippling pain her bruised body was in.

â€œYeah!â€ she said, starting to feel a bit more certain of herself, and sharper into the bargain. Ceciliaâ€s angry, lumbering strike was quite well-telegraphed. Diane would dodge again, and counter by grabbing hold of Ceciliaâ€s outstretched wrist.

â€œYes, I think maybe I do want to fight,â€ Diane said matter-of-factly in her British accent. She would plant her hip into Cecliaâ€s stomach, and then use her hold on the Swedeâ€s arm to try and flip her over and into the mud.

That knee strike had surprised Cecilia, as she had thought that Sabre...or rather Diane was out for the count and that everything was pretty much taken care off. So the comeback of Cecilia with that punch was not very well thrown, as it was well telegraphed and wild.

It seemed as if that wild and rash punch was caught rather easily by Diane as she took a hold of Cecilia's arm and moved in to press her hip against the well-toned stomach. Hearing those words coming out of the white-haired beauty as she soon felt how the strange mud-covered Sabre/Diane pulled her over her body and slammed her down into the mud on her back with a hiptoss.

" Aagh!" Cecilia cried out in surprise and pain as she was downed into the mud, with a lot of that mud splashing around her. The blond beauty would shake her head wildly from left and right and then would glare up at Diane, releasing a angry sounding growl as it seemed that the girl was starting to comeback into the match...which was pissing Cecilia off quite a bit.

â€œOh yes!â€ Diane smiled in satisfaction as she saw Cecilia spiral through the air and crash into the muddy mat at her feet. She was starting to think a lot more clearly now. Maybe hiding behind a mask had been a mistake. She was managing a spectacular comeback without it right now.

The roles of the wrestlers seemed to have reversed, with Cecilia acting a lot more feral now, giving an animal growl as she thrashed in the mud. Well, maybe Diane could put this animal down!

She knelt down beside her floored opponent, kneeing her hard in the shoulder to make her roll onto her side. Diane would then try and grab Ceciliaâ€s arm to apply an armbar hold on the girl.

Being brought down into the mud with that skillful hip-toss. If it wasn't for her frustration and anger at Sabre/Diane being able to fight back and pull off a comeback after those powerful and painful hits that Cecilia had put her through all in order to be able to dominate and humiliate Sabre the same way that the girl had done to her before in their cage match.

Now though that this girl who used to call herself Sabre was in control, it didn't seem as if she was planning on letting up. As she went down and smacked her knee right into the shoulder of the beautiful blond, which caused Cecilia to instinctively roll over onto her side...which was exactly what Sabre wanted her to do. As she took advantage of that and put the busty Swede into a painful armbar submission. " Aaagh!!" Cecilia yelled out in pain and surprise at the massive shift in the match and the pain that surged through her arm in this armbar submission hold which was hyper-extending her arm in a crude way.

Cecilia grit her teeth and growled again, she had to find some way to teach this girl a lesson...for that reason Cecilia would attempt to move her free arm up and try and grab a hold of the mask which was on her face, pulling it off and freeing herself from the bone "helmet". Which the blond beauty would then use to try and swing it up and try and smack it up against Diane's face.